Todo es Desorden

I won't put bars on the edges of your bed,
I won't put gates on the domain of your skin,
but if it dawns and you're not with me
everything is chaos and
the ghosts walk around with laughter
dancing with my feet.
I won't say the vague rules of the clumsy,
I won't say words that condemn passion,
but if it dawns and you're not with me
everything is chaos and you hear
strange messes, voices,
damaging the heart.
I won't be anyone's guardian,
nor the spy, nor the bandit.
In the hollow of the bed
will sleep wounded love.
I won't put locks on the door of your door,
I won't have the key to desire and resentment,
but if it dawns and you're not with me
everything is chaos and you open
windows to the street
and something broke between us.
I won't be anyone's guardian
nor the spy nor the bandit
in the hollow of the bed
will sleep wounded love.